An Old

farmhouse stands

as a sentinel

ghostly and alone—

the wind surly

with a voice of its own

creaking wood

dried up

with rattles like bones  

from ancient beams

no longer able to perform--

built into this home

so very long ago.

Layers of mystery

continue to

draw visitors from afar

who view

this aging shelter

with images of prowling

creatures--

It is said from

midnight dreams

dragons awaken and  

join mutant mosquitoes

in the darkness

turning voyeurs

on nights filled with

ghosts and goblins

into fits of trembling.